
    As they met, Duncan, in his best, most important, and deepest tone of
Highland civility, »pegged leave to introduce to Mrs. Putler, Lady - eh - eh - I
hae forgotten your leddyship's name!«
    »Never mind my name, sir,« said the lady; »I trust Mrs. Butler will be at no
loss. The Duke's letter« - And, as she observed Mrs. Butler look confused, she
said again to Duncan something sharply, »Did you not send the letter last night,
sir?«
    »In troth and I didna, and I crave your leddyship's pardon; but you see,
matam, I thought it would do as weel to-tay, pecause Mrs. Putler is never taen
out o' sorts - never - and the coach was out fishing - and the gig was gane to
Greenock for a cag of prandy - and -- Put here's his Grace's letter.«
    »Give it me, sir,« said the lady, taking it out of his hand; »since you have
not found it convenient to do me the favour to send it before me, I will deliver
it myself.«
    Mrs. Butler looked with great attention, and a certain dubious feeling of
deep interest, on the lady, who thus expressed herself with authority over the
man of authority, and to whose mandates he seemed to submit, resigning the
letter with a »Just as your leddyship is pleased to order it.«
    The lady was rather above the middle size, beautifully made, though
something embonpoint, with a hand and arm exquisitely formed. Her manner was
easy, dignified, and commanding, and seemed to evince high birth and the habits
of elevated society. She wore a travelling dress - a grey beaver hat, and a veil
of Flanders lace. Two footmen, in rich liveries, who got out of the barge, and
lifted out a trunk and portmanteau, appeared to belong to her suite.
    »As you did not receive the letter, madam, which should have served for my
introduction - for I presume you are Mrs. Butler - I will not present it to you
till you are so good as to admit me into your house without it.«
    »To pe sure, matam,« said Knockdunder, »ye canna doubt Mrs. Putler will do
that. - Mrs. Putler, this is Lady - Lady - these tamned Southern names rin out
o' my head like a stane trowling down hill - put I believe she is a Scottish
woman porn -
